Delighted to assist you in any way I can."
Hercule Poirot said:
"You are a man of the world - a man, I think, of considerable acumen.
What, frankly, was your opinion of the late Mrs Marshall?"
Mr Gardener's eyebrows rose in surprise. He glanced cautiously round and lowered his voice.
"Well, M. Poirot, I've heard a few things that have been kind of going around, if you get me, especially among the women." Poirot nodded.
"But if you ask me I'll tell you my candid opinion and that is that that woman was pretty much of a darned fool!"
Hercule Poirot said thoughtfully:
"Now that is very interesting."
Rosamund Darnley said: "So it's my turn, is it?"
"Pardon?"
She laughed. "The other day the Chief Constable held his inquisition.
You sat by.
Today, I think, you are conducting your own unofficial inquiry.
I've been watching you.
First Mrs Redfern, then I caught a glimpse of you through the lounge window where Mrs Gardener is doing her hateful jig saw puzzle.
Now it's my turn."
Hercule Poirot sat down beside her. They were on Sunny Ledge.
Below them the sea showed a deep glowing green.
Further out it was a pale dazzling blue.
Poirot said: "You are very intelligent, Mademoiselle. I have thought so ever since I arrived here.
It would be a pleasure to discuss this business with you."
Rosamund Darnley said softly: "You want to know what I think about the whole thing?"
"It would be most interesting."
Rosamund said:
"I think it's really very simple.
The clue is in the woman's past."
"The past? Not the present?"
"Oh! Not necessarily the very remote past!
I look at it like this.
Arlena Marshall was attractive, fatally attractive, to men.
It's possible, I think, that she also tired of them rather quickly.
Amongst her - followers, shall we say - was one who resented that.
Oh, don't misunderstand me, it won't be some one who sticks out a mile.
Probably some tepid little man, vain and sensitive - the kind of man who broods.
I think he followed her down here, waited his opportunity and killed her."
"You mean that he was an outsider, that he came from the mainland?"
"Yes.
He probably hid in that cave until he got his chance."
Poirot shook his head.
He said: "Would she go there to meet such a man as you describe?
No, she would laugh and not go."
Rosamund said: "She mayn't have known she was going to meet him.
He may have sent her a message in some other person's name."
Poirot murmured: "That is possible."
Then he said: "But you forget one thing, Mademoiselle. A man bent on murder could not risk coming in broad daylight across the causeway and past the hotel.
Some one might have seen him."
"They might have - but I don't think that it's certain.
I think it's quite possible that he could have come without any one noticing him at all."
"It would be possible, yes, that I grant you.